( more women will read this then men )

have you ever seen a very elderly couple walking down the street, or walking
on the beach, or on a path in the park or forest holding hands?
did you ever wonder : what do they have that we don't have ?
nowadays the word LOVE is used so freely but without any feelings or meanings.
take a look around at the rich or the famous that get so involved in their careers
or the greed for money that they have never learned or have forgotten what love is.
when a man such as myself can look at the woman in that relationship and see that
with all that she has in her life, that she is still lonely and empty inside.
she may never have walked hand in hand with a man, or out of the clear blue
he presents her with a single flower, or has called unexpectedly and said
i'm just calling to tell you " that I love you " and then hangs up.
( that feeling Is something that stays in your heart and mind )
what about that man who has nothing to offer you since you have riches or fame
or both and says the only thing he has to offer is his heart and undying love.
a man who loves to walk in the rain holding your hand and smiling and laughing and talking
about anything and everything.
a man who will look into your eyes and find your soul and tells you that
you are the only one he wants to hold.
one who understands your needs and desires, and can still light your fire.
one who knows the difference between *** and ******* and always makes it beautiful
and not ****** or animalistic.
one who loves you for you and not for what others want you to become.
one who still has a little chivalry left in him to open up a car door
and walk on the outside facing the street to protect you from danger.  
a man who will help you to follow your dreams and support all your endeavors
even if he feels that it may not be right for you , but will also warn
you of dangers and obstacles that may lie ahead.
one who knows that women are very sentimental and can cry at the drop of a hat
and can put their head on your shoulder and let the tears flow.

                  to be continued

When  everything goes wrong and nothing goes right
And we no longer have the will to fight.
When hope is just a word , and your heart doesn’t
Want it to be heard.

When the bills are starting to pile , and you’ve
Been out of work for a while , and your health
Is taking its toll and you feel all alone.
When your friends are never there in your loneliness and despair.

This is when we must learn to cope and pray for guidance and hope. A simple prayer to GOD above to send down
His solutions and love.
Strange as it may sound I have found two -three key words
In my life. the father , the son , the holy ghost.
FAITH , HOPE , LOVE - both have been given to us from above.

So when you find yourself in despair , throw your problems
Up into the air cause stress will not take it away
So just kneel down and pray.
You’ve found your problems much too hard
Now its time to leave it to GOD.
© L . RAMS 090315

She was wheeled into the maternity ward
With pains minutes apart.
The doctors knew that they would have to start.
An hour later she gave birth to twin boys
You could see in her face she was full of joy.
She had complications that the doctors did not see
And she began hemorrhaging , she started screaming
I don’t care what happens to me , but please
Take care of my babies.
She died that very day, and the twins
Had no family with which to stay.
They became wards of the county, and up for adoption
They would go, but adoption moves very slow.
The doctors found that they had dwarfism syndrome.
Which did not allow them to grow
Which was something the mother did not know.
Growing up with the other children, they was teased
And laughed at because of their size
And that made them open their minds.
They knew that if they wanted to accomplish
Something in their life, and not have anyone ridicule them
They would have to find a friend.
Someone that they could confide in and tell their troubles to.
So this is what they set out to do.
There was a woman there who taught them the true meaning
Of the word HOPE, and with that they learned to cope.
She always instilled in their minds, that they could
Be as big As their dreams, for with HOPE
Anything Can be achieved.
To reach their goal there would not be any hesitation.
For HOPE was fueling their determination.
They received a scholarship to the college of
Business administration. They were filled with joy and exhilaration
Being dwarfs they had a lot of adjustments to be made
But they were strong, they were not afraid.
They both got jobs in an accounting firm
And doing this they did learn, they learned how
To run a business starting from scratch
And there was no turning back.
Now as the business started to grow, they took
Care of the woman that they did know.
For she had became a mother to them
They considered her more than a friend.
She was getting up in her years, and her death brought them tears.
But they always remembered her words
That with HOPE anything can be achieved
And you had to follow your dreams.
They are now nationwide and her spirit is by their side.
And in the office you will see a sign above their desk.

HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET OURSELVES FREE

(dwarfism- is a growth hormone deficiency)
Also known in the u.s. as the little people

this is the start of my Christmas poems for your enjoyment


Christmas is upon us and friends and family are near
Helping to share the joys each and every year.
This is the time that children look forward to
Where they get Christmas presents and spend time with you
Sharing moments and memories that have gone by
As they look at their parents as tears form in their eyes.
Christmas is not just for gift giving, but a celebration of life
Of when CHRIST was born and made the ultimate sacrifice.
The gift giving started with the Three Kings
And with The gifts that they would bring.
The gold was to honor a king; the frankincense was for the gods
And the myrrh was used to anoint the dead, never realizing
The path that he would thread.
They was foretold of his birth, and he would be the king of kings
And of the love that he would bring.
I honor them on this special day for they were
The first to give thanks and praise.
© L.Rams 112214

LEPRECHAUN                             (3/16/12)

The leprechauns are singing and dancing
Around their *** of gold
For they have a story that must be told.
Of a man who they called St. pat
Who through his fear pulled in the welcome mat.

He knew that the wee people were mischievous beings
And all they done he was seeing.
They would play jokes on all around
Although they couldn’t be seen, and didn’t make a sound.

They would go to the nearest inns
And spike the ales and the gin.
Once they saw that everyone was polluted
They would go in and their purses would be looted.

This was how they could fill their pots of gold
Or at least that’s how the story was told.
They knew that most would tend to forget
And this was the easiest way yet.
Being robbed and not recalling
And their wives would start their balling.

Now if one of them could be caught
To their pots of gold, that person must be brought
But On this *** of gold there was a spell cast
That if taken- it would not last
It would be spent drinking the night away
And in the morning, the leprechauns would once again play.

So enjoy this ST. PATTY S day
For in their hands the gold will stay.

She woke up in the morning with gas that would not pass
So she put her head up her ***
She looked to the left and then to the right
However, there was no blockage within her sight
Then she heard the rumble deep down inside
If she did not pull out her head, it would blow her mind
She pulled her head so fast it created an air pocket
Hitting her like a two-ton rocket.
They found the crap splattered everywhere
On the walls and on the chair.
The paramedics stood in disgust and awe
As they turned and closed the door.
WARNING: if you have some gas that will not pass
Do not stick your head up your ***!

Heavens gates were opened wide as they waited for them to arrive
The wings were waiting fluffed up and ready as the line
Moved quick and steady.
When at the gate they did reach and waited for that heavenly speech
SAINT PETER there in all his glory telling everyone CHRIST S story/
That they are there because of him and their wings they did win.

Departed souls as far as the eyes could see all happy as can be.
Inside the gates was family - waiting for relatives patiently.
The greeting process is hard to describe as their lights blind your eyes.
It looks like millions of fireflies lighting up the entire sky
They say all the souls lit up - creating the brightness of the sun
And the color of the moon are the souls which will enter soon.
There‘s a reunion going on in the heavens above
Where friends and family are showing their love.
  
,No more tears , no more pains , mo more bigotry,  cause we‘re all the same
All the heaven will rejoice when they hear the LORD S voice
So there is no need to shed a tear , for we are all under GODS care..
© L . RAMS 100515

(3/9/12)

So many uniforms worn in this life, and inside them
You’ll find your loved ones -your soul mate
Son , daughter, husband , or wife.

Firemen , policemen , nurses , and military too
They all have a job to do.
And as you look at them with pride
You thank god they’re by your side.

The uniform does not make the person
But the person makes the uniform.
Because in it they pour the heart and soul
And it’s there where they belong.

The firemen and women who run into  a burning house
The cop who goes into the line of fire
The nurse who held their hand on you to stop the bleeding
And of course the military soldier
Who protects our country day and night
And will give up their lives in a fight.

Yet we do not stop and say:
“Thank you for all that you do
I am very proud to know you.”
Their uniforms are just their shells
And at times they go thru hell.

But there is a person who never wore a uniform
But created all of them who wear it.
He is all these people rolled into one
He is “GODS SON”.

He made these uniforms so that we can see their worth
And it was given to them from their birth.
So many uniforms to show what we do
But it doesn’t show the inner you.
This uniform is seen only by god
It is called the human heart.
This uniform can not be replaced
by anything on this earth
For it was given by god at our birth.

We  can be as beautiful or as vicious
As any animal on this earth, or as
Soft and sensitive as the most delicate flower
This is given to us from the lords powers.

Let us rejoice in what he has given
And make this life “ worth living”.
                                                 © L.Rams

she was hooked on drugs part of her life
but has a son to help her fight
in life we never know the road we may take
but changing the course is never too late.

he had taken the same road as she
main lining and pills was all he could see
addiction is a hard price to pay
but something happened that changed his way.

I know the lifestyle all too well
for ten years my brother was addicted and went thru hell
then he had become drug free
and a drug councilor he would be.
he had gotten many on methadone
and good results it had shown.

now as you go through the withdrawal pain
think of how much you have to gain
withdrawal is not an easy task
do you want your life back? you must ask!

do you recall the birth pains that you went thru
and his life was fresh and new.
wasn't all that pain worth your while
that you had such a beautiful child.

there is no pain that you can go thru
than the pains that a mother knew.
you have to be willing to make the change
otherwise your life will stay the same.

these words are from a concerned son
the choices you've made can be undone.

(1/30/13)

louis rams :

I kissed the most sensuous lips that I ever saw.
The most sensuous lips and I wanted more.
Her lips so soft, so gentle, so moist.
And the whispering of her voice.

Why is it that you love my lips so?
Is there something that I should know?

I said:  when I kiss your lips I feel like
I am floating on air, and it relieves
All my worries and cares.
It puts me into a place I’ve never been before
And I’m wanting more and more.

It’s like taking a trip to the heavens above
And it shows me all your love.
Like a baby in the warmth of the mothers stomach
Safe and never rejected- but always protected.

How can a woman s lips put a mans soul on fire
And fill his heart with a burning desire?
How can her lips make you feel that you
Could move heaven and earth?
How can she show you what life is worth?

Her lips so gentle, so soft, so moist
So refreshing, so everlasting!

The taste of her lips like the taste of
The most desirable nectar on this earth
Filling my body and soul
Making me complete- making me whole.

Why do I love your lips so?
This is why!
And now you know.

(7/2/12)

They came back from the war as defiant as can be
As if they had a split personality.
Tragedies had opened up the doors
To many things they never saw before.

Seeing homeless children roaming the streets
Women who didn't listen - would get beat.
Terrorist groups killing their own
Pipe bombs planted, ready to be blown.

Civilians scattering all around
Dead bodies laying on the ground.
Men, women and children in the square
On their knees saying their prayers
But to a terrorist they don't care.

Don't they realize that life must change
Nothing ever stays the same.
Families being torn apart
As death tears at their hearts.

Natural causes **** millions of people every day
Why are we letting war lead the way?
No matter what name for GOD you may use
When it comes to war - we all lose.

Look at the hospitals in a war zone
Children left with no skin and broken bones
People have lost many a limb
The war is getting worse - it looks grim.

YES! AMERICA has lots of imperfections
But people look to us for protection.
Our soldiers After seeing all the atrocities
They come back defiant as can be
To try to change the course of history.

louis rams

If you was to try to count all the wishes that were made
It would drive you completely insane.
Ninety nine percent of wishes do not come true
So turn to prayer is what we have to do.
Wishes are taught to children, as they are growing up
The wishes that they would make in a day would fill a coffee cup.
The story and song “ when you wish upon a star”
Is the greatest story by far.

People will tend to say “ I wish I had a better life”
“I wish I had a beautiful wife”
“I wish I had a better job”.
All these wishes will not come true
Until you make it happen for you.
And it will happen when you pray
And set Your goals day by day.

We can control  the things in our lives
And make everything turn out right.
With perseverance in our heart
And a loved one by your side
There is not a mountain that you can’t climb.

So leave the wishes to the kids
For this is the way that they live.

They must follow dreams that are
Shown to them through the stories
That they read,
and all they see on TV.

pick the ending- 1 or 2 and any comments


standing at the bus stop chilled to the bone
just now realizing he was all alone
everything in his life had been destroyed
when he lost his little boy.

a father who is single trying to make it in this life
no family members and no wife.
his sons life had been taken by a drunk driver that day
when he sped through a red light
as he tried to get out of its way.

too many memories does he face-that he has to leave this place.
so many memories flood his mind
as he thinks what could he have done if he had the time.

the driver has convicted of drunk driving but not jailed
the judicial system to him had failed.
his son was dead and his life was shattered
nothing in this life ' now mattered'.

#1-  two years had passed and he would now get revenge
the life this driver knew would soon end.
he staggered out of the bar and headed to his car
when the sledge hammer hit him across his knee
then another blow on the other knee, as he started to scream.
two more blows on each leg, and on the ground he would stay.
stuck in a wheel chair for the rest of his life
he's now paid the ultimate price.

                    or #2
he prayed every day for justice for his son
this man was still drinking and driving
and nothing being done.

the question always entering his mind
is this judicial system so doggone blind?
why wasn't this man taken off of the streets
are they waiting for more bodies in a crumpled heap.

yet! he always believed ' what goes around comes around'
and his justice will be found.

(2/7/13)

She was my black female warrior and she stood proud and tall
And upon her shoulders her silk hair did fall
A spear in one hand and an axe in the other
No one would mess with her, not even her brother.

The strength of a lion searching for prey
She would not let anything stand in her way.
She knew where she lived – it was a jungle out there
But she was strong in spirit and did not care.

She is the black warrior and as strong as can be
You will find her in the annexes of history.
Just like the movie of “BETTY AND CORETTA”
Who showed what they can do- when they stood
Up against the politicians of the RED, WHITE and BLUE.

We are still being monitored by the land, air and sea
But we’ll continue the fight so that we could be free.
These two women are the black warriors who walk
Hand in hand with all oppressed people who are willing to take a stand.
I am Hispanic and we’ve been denied many rights
Just like any other nationality we’re all willing to fight.
It does not matter our color, religion or
****** preference that we may have
“ONE NATION UNDER GOD WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL”
That is FREEDOMS CALL.

© L . RAMS

Thanksgiving

It’s getting close to thanksgiving day
When every ones table will be on display.
Tablecloths of different patterns and designs
Making the tables look just fine.

Where every mother or wife try to
Fill their hearts delight.
Food dishes and desserts passed down
From generation to generation
Leaving you with a tasty temptation.

On the table a butterball turkey
And a honey baked ham
Both sitting in their juices
In a large roasting pan.

Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes
Green bean salad ,and corn on the cob
It looks like someone was doing their job.
A pan of beans, and a large bowl of rice
Bottles of apple cider sitting on ice.

Everything to make a thanksgiving complete
Spending it with family and friends
What a beautiful treat.

But this holiday can not be celebrated
If it wasn’t for those pilgrims on that historic day
When they spent it with Indians
and learned different games to play.

This was the creation of this
Great country that we all know
And now macy’ s puts on its thanksgiving show.


You’ve got to love it !

© L . RAMS

The time is growing near- and we are about to part.
I did something stupid and it really broke your heart.
A ****** chance had arose, and the wrong
Decision I had chose.

How could I accept something that was given for free
And let my ****** desire over power me.?
Man sometimes uses the wrong head
And we plop right into bed.

In this position I would not be
If I was to have stopped and thought it out
Of this I have no doubt.

How could I have done such a stupid thing
Knowing in my life, the grief it would bring.
I had vowed that I would always be true
And I broke that promise to you.

I see the hurt in your eyes, as you gaze
Upon my face for the very last time.
Now I am on bended knees
And to you I do plead.

Even a dog deserves a break, we’re all human
We make mistakes.
I made a mistake, I don’t deny
And I will live with it for the rest of my life.

But if you deny the love that we both knew
Wouldn’t you be making a mistake too.
Don’t make a mistake like I just did
For with this decision you must live.

(10/25/12)

The black days of history that many do not know
And many refuse to accept - of how the black man
Helped AMERICA to be the greatest country yet.

They was brought here as slaves because the
Color of their skin !
But their minds was never searched to see
What lied within.

Every ethnic group that came to the states
Had many a hardship that they had to face.
Every race that came was given a derogatory name
Which they had to accept and had felt the shame.

But they all contributed to this great nation of ours
Which is now known as the greatest power.
These are just a few facts of what the blacks
Had given to this nation, and many of these
Became part of our salvation.

FACTS: )1)  john love- invented the pencil sharpener in 1897
2) Joseph lee -invented a bread making machine that mixed
The ingredients and kneaded the dough in 1895
3) Thomas l Jennings was the first African American to receive
A patent in 1821 which was for a dry cleaning process.
He used the money earned from his patent to purchase
Relatives out of slavery and support abolitionist causes.
4) madam c.j. walker (1867-1919) daughter of a former slave
Who suffered hair loss in her twenties and created hair care
Products , and allowed her to open a factory and school to
Train hundreds of black women to be economically self sufficient
And become one of the first female millionaires in U.S. history.

There is still something that burns in my heart
And when I think of it -it tears me apart
Of all the people  in this great nation
That have been put to the ground
There lies one race that still lives
Way below the poverty line and
The government says there doing fine.

The “AMERICAN INDIAN”  who had
Most all treaties broken and of this the
Government hasn’t spoken.

Many families of five and more
Living in a shack without a door
Just a blanket to stop the wind
To me this is a crying sin.

The Indian charities having to buy
fifty five gallon drums for water
And many of them on “back order”.

I know that I started writing this poem for the blacks
But on the Indian nations - I can’t turn my back.
We have to help one another, for we’re all
Sister and brother.

GOD BLESS US ALL

© L . RAMS

(the story of a destined love)   4/3/13

The castle stood on a mountain so high, that its tips touched the sky
And as she ran across the field, every fiber of her being she could feel.
The excitement building up in her like a thunder storm cloud
Ready to explode “ and her love would begin to unfold.”

Struggling to climb up that steep hill, with just her determination and her will.
Breathlessly she scrambled with her hands and feet
Just to reach that mountainous peak
With her fingertips torn and bruised, “ but this was a fight she would not lose.”

Reaching the top of the mountain the ground leveled off
Her determination the “queen “her heart the “boss”.
She walked towards the castle and the draw bridge came down
And the doors swung open, where thousands of hearts were found.
She walked in amongst clapping and cheers, as her heart melted
And lost any fears.
There in the center of this beautiful chamber stood the man of her desires
Who from a distance had lit up her fires?
They walked towards each other with outstretched arms and gleams in their eyes
Their searches were over as their hearts opened wide.

There is something that I can not see
Why the UNITED STATES has broken
So many AMERICAN INDIAN treaties?
We should put our heads down in shame
For the AMERICAN INDIANS are
Not the ones to blame.
They have been fighting so long for their rights
And have made the ultimate sacrifice.
They have given their lives for this nation
And still do not see their salvation.
All other ethnic groups have
become free from oppression
And their Indian rights have been
left to the u.s. discretion.
Why are they still classified as wards
Of the government, and their lives
Are still below the poverty line?
Isn’t this the biggest sign !
That they are still discriminated against.
They live in one room houses and shacks
And the government has turned their backs.
No running water and no electricity.
Is this the way it’s got to be?
A family of four or more
Sleeping on a ***** floor.
They were once known as the Indian nations
Now it’s total devastation.
People all over the world have heard
How the west was won
That it was with the almighty gun.
They just hear the one sided story
Of how Custer rode to glory.
But not the sufferings that they
Put the Indians through
And all they had to endure.
And suffer the humiliation of defeat
And drop down and scrounge for meat.

If I could keep my thoughts together, life would be so much better!
Thoughts must flow like a river or stream
With no obstacles in between.
They say dementia starts very slow, with certain
Patterns that we should know.
However, is it dementia that we go through? That we forget
What we are supposed to do!
Or is it that we close our minds to the things we are afraid to find?
So many questions can stop this flow
And by seeing these obstacles, the decisions we will know.
I feel the flow of thoughts on its way!
(I just forgot what I was going to say)    ha ha dementia!
Once the obstacle is found, you either remove it or go around.
Your chain of thought is starting to get momentum
Like a train on its track – now look forward, do not look back!
(Ooops forgot what I was going to say)
Oh, yes!  Is it old age ramblings or dementia?
I guess you will have to answer that! I did not look forward – I looked back!
Ha ha – enjoy your mind – because we will lose it with time!

(9/6/12)

I closed my eyes and said a prayer
In hopes that you would be there
You said Your heart was broken in two
And you didn’t know what to do.

There was something that I always knew
That : love is something you know nothing about
And love is something we can’t do without.

You don’t know the difference between love and infatuation
For they are two different situations
Infatuation will last for a short spell
While love will take you to heaven and hell.

You will want that person by your side
And when they’re not there you’ll feel empty inside.
You’ll feel as if a part of your heart
Had died -and you just want to cry.

You’ll smell their aroma, and recall their kiss
Their arms around you that you’ll miss.
The gentleness of their voice when they
Calm your fears- and wipe away that fallen tear.    

It’s a desire to walk hand in hand and to share
Your thoughts , your expectations and dreams
And be understanding to each others needs.

To never put your dreams before theirs
And to show that you care.

Yes ! Love is something you know nothing about

Why Do Women Cry


I had gotten this from a friend, and the author is unknown
But it is so beautiful I decided to post it for others to read.
There was no title so I added my own title.



Why do women cry

Why are you crying? A young boy asked his mom.
Because I am a woman, she told him.
I don’t understand, he said.
His mom just hugged him and said:
And you never will, but that’s okay.

Later the little boy asked his father,
Why does mom seem to cry for no reason?
All women cry for no reason.
Was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man,
Still wondering why women cry.
Finally, he went on his knees and asked god:
GOD* why do women cry so easily?
And god answered…

When I made women, I decided she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry
The weight of the world,
Yet her arms gentle enough to give comfort!
I gave her the inner strength to endure childbirth
And the rejection that many times will come
even from her own children!

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going
And take care of her family and friends,
Even when everyone else gives up, through
Sickness and fatigue, without complaint!

I gave her sensitivity to love her children
Under any and all circumstances, even when
her child has hurt her badly!
She has the very special power to make a Childs
Boo-boo feel better and to quell a teenagers
Anxieties and fears.

I gave her the strength to care for her husband,
Despite faults, and I fashioned her from his rib
To protect her heart!
I gave her the wisdom to know that a good husband
Never hurts his wife but sometimes tests
her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly!

Son, for all of this hard work…
I also gave her a tear to shed.
It is hers to use whenever needed and
Is her only weakness!

When you see her cry,
Tell her how much you love her
And all she does for everyone.
And even though she may still cry,
You will have made her heart feel good.

She is special! ! !

louis rams :

(9/7/12)

Three different women - three different cases
All gave birth to satin and laces.
One black, one oriental, one white
What they had in common was they all
Gave birth the same night.

The BLACK child was six pounds  three
Brown eyes and as beautiful as can be.
The ORIENTAL  child was five pounds nine
Jet black hair and looking fine.
The WHITE child was eight pounds three
Blue eyes, blond hair, skin fair.

All confined to the same ward and about five feet apart
All loving mothers with the kindest of hearts.
They all talked for hours on end
And made a pact that they would remain friends.

To their surprise they all lived close by.
Every weekend their families would get together
And it seemed that life couldn’t get better.
And every year on the girls birthday
They’d get together to celebrate.

NOW ! The point that I want you to see
Is if they could do it, WHY can’t we?

Why can’t all nations put aside their bigotry and hate
And join together to celebrate , just what GOD has given
And make this life on earth worth living.

© L.RAMS

It was the early 60’s where rock and roll was
Taking over the land, and ELVIS was on tour with his band.
Where rock and roll was stories being told
And the teen life was starting to unfold.
We had race riots in the southern states
And black rights were up for debate.
An era of KENNEDY and KING where peaceful
Solutions they would try to bring.
Both assassinated at a young age
Because they tried to bring some change.
An Era where gas was cheap and wages low
And it cost fifty cents to see a show.
A time of the CUBAN missile crisis and VIETNAM
And protesters were taking a stand.
Then this country was taken by storm
And draft dodging became the norm.
Although some of the 60’s was a living hell
It gave me fond memories as well.
Drive in theatres – not many to be found
But one or two are still around.
We’d be able to back in to the drive in theatre
With a little luck- in our 53 pickup truck.
The speakers attached to the window of the door
The volume turned down very low
And the windows were rolled up so no one would know
Or- we would lie in the back of the truck
With a blanket or two
Depending on what we wanted to do.
This was the 60’s that I recall where most
Everyone had a ball.

to all my co poets here on HELLO POETRY
I like to thank all of you for all the responses on my poems about blindness.
it made me feel so good that I decided to write one this morning
about DEAFNESS.
I hope this will touch you as it touched me
when I was writing it.         BLESSINGS POETLOU


          No such thing as handicapped                             (9/23/14)

Born deaf and not a sound to be heard
Sign language was her only words
Longing to hear any sound at all, even the bouncing of a ball
To know what it would be like to hear a robin sing
And the sounds of early spring.
She learned to read lips and could feel the vibrations of musical sounds.
The sensitivity in her fingers had gotten so good
That the music she understood.
She found that the guitar vibrations she could feel more
And it opened up a brand new door.
Her mother saw the joy that the guitar did bring
So she bought a guitar with everything.
The amplified speakers did rock the floor
Even through her closed door.
She learned to play guitar and write music too
And showed the other children just what to do.
Soon afterwards she created a band in the
SCHOOL FOR THE DEAF and showed others that there is no such thing
As HANDICAPPED, and that only happens when you turn your back.
               HOPE, FAITH, LOVE

(   the story of love which never grows old. )                

I saw something the other day which blew me completely away
Sitting in a diner with a picture of his wife on the table
Who had recently passed away, but in his heart she did stay.
Fifty five years of heavenly bliss, recalling every moment and every kiss.
Tears would always fill his eyes, because it’s so hard to say good-bye.
He would run his finger on the picture of her face
Recalling every line, every trace.
Then a smile would appear, as he recalled his wedding year.
He had struggled to make ends meet, till he got on his feet
Working full time and going to school, for an education was the tool.
So his wife took two jobs and made him quit working
For this was the dream that he had been searching.
His dream had come true because of her love
And this is what he was thinking of.
In a whisper that could hardly be heard came his final words.
“We had shared a life and love so strong, that with you is where I belong.
This cancer has spread and has taken over my body and mind
And an angel has told me that it is now my time.
So keep the door open because I am coming home
So you will never be alone.”
He took his final breath with her picture in his hand
For he was going to the Promised Land.

If beauty is only skin deep as they say
Into your body I would find a way.
I would pull out the beauties that
you have locked up inside
Beauties that you try to hide.

You would be the bread and I would be the jam
And I would cover you every way I can.
I would be on you like white on rice
And do everything nasty, but nice.

I would love you from the bottom
of your feet to the top of your head
You’d be so worn out, you would think
That you was dead.
******* can be ****** or as beautiful as can be
It will bring you to a point of ecstasy.
The excitement will make your body sweat
Better than that it can’t get.

Human lust- human desire
There is only one thing that
Can put out this fire.
To fill that crave- to fill that need
Until you drop that little seed.
And when that happens a child is conceived.

A child is born because of this desire
And then it ignites another fire.
A fire to protect this child so rare
Now that you have it with someone to share.

The flames surrounded him in orange and red
That’s when he realized that he was dead.
They had sent him the other way, for his crimes he had to pay.
He had abused children, men and women
During the time that he was living.
He had no feelings, no emotions of any kind
For the almighty dollar made him blind.
He would do anything to amass his fortune
Even charging for illegal abortions.
He robbed Medicare for all that he could get
And hadn’t been caught yet.
He was described as a healer, but sold prescription drugs
To addicts and dealers.
In him the public had put their trust and faith
But it was a little too late.
He had already lost his soul, as the devil took control.
He finally reached his bitter end, when he turned
His back on family and friends.
Now he finds himself in the flames of hell
Where for eternity he will dwell.
He screamed and cried to the fathers son
Asking for forgiveness for all that he had done.
Why is it that we wait until it is too late?
As we stand at the judgment gate.
© L . RAMS

(7/2/12)

They came back from the war as  defiant as can be
As if they had a split personality.
Tragedies had opened up the doors
To many things they never saw before.

Seeing homeless children roaming the streets
Women who didn’t listen - would get beat.
Terrorist groups killing their own
Pipe bombs planted , ready to be blown.

Civilians scattering all around
Dead bodies laying on the ground.
Men , women and children in the square
On their knees saying their prayers
But to a terrorist they don’t care.

Don’t they realize that life must change
Nothing ever stays the same.
Families being torn apart
As death tears at their hearts.

Natural causes **** millions of people every day
Why are we letting war lead the way?
No matter what name for GOD you may use
When it comes to war - we all lose.

Look at the hospitals in a war zone
Children left with no skin and broken bones
People have lost many a limb
The war is getting worse - it looks grim.

YES !AMERICA  has lots of imperfections
But people look to us for protection.
Our soldiers After seeing all the atrocities
They come back defiant as can be
To try to change the course of history.

send out this poem to all that you know
                 Stop the cancer before it grows.

                              PINK

She was dressed all in pink to show her support
Of how she was one of the cancer victims
And how she had fought.

The cancer now in remission and she
Was leading a normal life
But no one knew of her struggles and strife.

It’s hard to imagine when you’re given that kind of news
We can treat the cancer, but a breast you will lose.
You feel violated and ***** by that word
This was something that other people heard.  (not me)

Breast cancer has no preference to whether
your yellow, Black or white - male or female
We all have to fight.

You hear about it every day- and it affects
us all in a different way.
You may think that it’s just muscle and tissue taken away
But ask a victim and see what they say.

A MAMMOGRAM AND ULTRA SOUND IS THE KEY
TO HELP YOU LIVE CANCER FREE.

my heart is a temple holding all the secrets of this sinner
where there is only one winner.
i'm a sinner who has won at every turn, and so many lessons to be learned
how does an old fox change his ways, when there is so many plays.
so many sheep for the slaughter, and the field is getting broader.
oh !  i love the sheep so young and fair, who strut around without a care.
always thinking " it can't happen to me "but this old fox they do not see.
i get them while they're in their prime- they try to think but don't have time
this old foxx is about to leave its lair- so you young sheep ' YOU BEST BEWARE "
(c) L . RAMS 070715

(2/26/12)

You are my breath of fresh air
you came into my life when I was in despair
I felt god had made you just for me
Because in my heart you will always be.

It seems I searched all my life for someone like you
Went all the wrong ways and didn’t know what to do.
Then you walked into my life like a breath of fresh air
And all my heartaches and pains disappeared.

Your smile radiated every room you walked into
And all the men s heads turned and looked at you
Your voice as gentle as the pitter patter of the rain
Soothing and cleansing and relieving all my pain.

Like dew drops that cling to everything on the ground
This is your love- which in you I found
Like the rising and setting of the sun
You are my love, my only one.

You are the breath of fresh air which I need to survive
And our love will live thru the ends of time.

(in The News) Human Trafficking And Slavery

something that should have gone out
with the dark ages 'still rages'.

human trafficking and slavery for the almighty dollar
and no one to hear the screams and hollers.

young children being forced into prostitution
and not one country with a solution.
parents selling their children to get out of debt
just to make ends meet
a problem which they can not defeat.

yet we classify ourselves as humane?
now that's a crying shame.

if your mother or father was sold as a slave
is that the road that you would pave?

they steal the most precious things
from these boys and girls.
their innocence and their childhood
and turn around and say it's good!

these people say that it's too late
and of no use, to try to stop this
worldwide abuse.

maybe it's time for noahs ark
to reappear, and instill in their hearts
the almightys fear.

but the LORD had done this once before
and we had found another door.
so i guess the solution is not
just for the LORD to decide.

but for all of humanity to see
that this destruction has exceeded their realities.

the LORD has to soften our hearts
and weaken our minds
in the hopes that we will find
all the values we left behind.

'SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND

(01/13/12)

Puffs of clouds covered the sky
Like my thoughts of you and I.
At times I could see and think clearly
But my mind would get weary.

Those puffs of clouds would take control
And my heart it would hold.
It’s amazing how it could be
That the clouds are like you and me.

When the clouds get dark and grey
We become defensive in every way
And the fights come into play.

And when clouds are a misty white
I want to make love to you day and night.
And when the clouds look like ripples in the sand
I want to squeeze you and hold your hand.

And when the clouds completely cover the sky
I thank god you’re by my side.

(1/10/13)

what i want is a woman like you, who can share
the same dream our whole life thru.
who wants to feel " love" every waking hour
and feel loves strength and its power.
a woman who can feel our every need and emotion
and still support our mistakes with complete devotion.

a woman that with each step she has found
that she will not be beaten to the ground.
one who has a positive attitude on life
and knows what we do - we'll do right.

let's join our hearts together and become one
then our hearts will never succumb
we will beat whatever comes our way
as we fight it day to day.

a woman who is not afraid to hold hands as
we walk down the street, and greet people that we meet.
a woman who does not want to be superior or inferior
but my equal, and ignoring remarks of other people.

i want a woman who is not afraid to fight
for what she thinks and feels and knows is right.
let's be equal you and i - for equality is a love divine

(C) L . RAMS

(01/11/12)

So many children are waiting in the wings
For being adopted is their thing.
Afraid to make plans for they don’t know
What lies ahead - their future is something
That they do dread.

Some move from home to home and never
Finding where they belong.
Many were abandoned and left on the street
With just their clothes on their backs and no food to eat.

Some were newborns left at police stations
Fire stations, and at church doors
Never to see their parents any more.

They have dreams like so many others
But they would prefer to have parents
And a sister or brother.

A person that they could say that- this is my mom
And this is my dad and I’m proud and awfully glad.
That I have parents as so many other children do
And knowing what it is to be loved like you.

We are all adoptable if given a chance
Look in our hearts and you’ll understand.
We don’t know why we was abandoned
Or what we had done wrong, but with
Parents is where we belong.

I’ll wipe away my tears so that you could see
The love and pain that’s inside of me.
If you can’t have children or have a kind heart
Then adoption is where you can start.

ADOPT

louis rams

(3/9/12)

Different directions the apostles had traveled
Most of life’s questions - CHRIST had unraveled.
They had questions and doubts as many do
But what they saw in CHRIST
They knew his words were true.

So many miracles that they had seen
But their faith was always tested in between.
They fell asleep when CHRIST went to the
Mountaintop to pray- they couldn’t keep
Their eyes open- what could they say.

When CHRIST fell asleep in the boat
And the winds and rain began
Fear entered their hearts and they
Woke CHRIST for his helping hand.

The lord questioned their faith
As he raised his hands to the sky
As the winds and rains did subside.

The biggest tests were yet to come
After the last supper was done.
Betrayal, denial , and crucifixion
Was in motion - to find out each
Ones devotion.

He predicted that Judas would betray him
And peter would deny him three times
And for him the end of the line.
Now we all know that this was gods plan
That the apostles will preach throughout the lands
They would create Christianity, and it would live
Through eternity.
                           © L.Rams

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He was known as the roof top poet
He was good, but he wouldn’t show it.
He wrote about everything on the streets
While listening to the Latin beat.

His upbringing inspired him
To write about crime and sin.
He wrote about street drugs everywhere
And ***** needles that they would share.

He played the conga and bongos too
This is what he had learned to do.
There was not a topic that he would not touch
For he loved life much to much.

He wrote about robberies, muggings
And ******, prostitution, gambling
Corruption and all the rest
His talent for street writing made him the best.

But there was a soft side to him
That people did not know
And where ever children needed him
He would go.
He was a volunteer in the children s hospital
And the orphanages too, which was
Something that nobody knew.
He would give them love, affection, and laughter
Wealth or fame he wasn’t after.
He gave them the key elements for the
Children to survive, HOPE, LOVE, FAITH
With hope in their hearts and faith in GOD
There was nothing that they could not do.
If to themselves they would be true.
Now if we could be such as HE
The world would be better for the children you see.
HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE

louis rams :

If you’re not a parent then you don’t know
The aches and pains that do not show.
When we see our child sick in bed
And so many thoughts go through your head.
When your child is in the hospital with 103
And by their side is where you want to be.

Recalling the first time that they ride a bike
And they fall and scrape their knee
And it seems they cry endlessly.

When you play with their imaginary friends
And it seems like it will never end.
then they go to pre-k
and for hours They have to stay.
Then they go to kindergarten and they
Meet children their same age
And it becomes fun and games.
Soon they’re out of elementary
And go to junior high
And then the aches and pains
Really begin to fly.
They already experienced their
First kiss, and possibly a ******
Affair, and with you they will not share.
Soon it’s high school and college to follow
And you don’t see them for quite a while.
Then you get a call that they’re engaged
And you know your life has changed.
Then comes a marriage and a family
And a grandparent you will be.
But as a parent our love will never
Grow old, and this is something
That you are now told.
We are your parents and we will
Always be, we’ll love you now
And thru eternity.

Why is it that since the beginning of time men who have
Become leaders want to defeat and dominate- is it to show
Their people that they are great?
World ******* will never be found, it will always fall to the ground.
We must follow GODS course, for LOVE IS THE DOMINATING FORCE !
I look at life and I must laugh – GOD gave man muscle and mass
And gave women soft **** and ***.
Then he told ADAM & EVE not to touch the apple on the tree
Knowing well that it could never be- women were put here to tempt man
With their loving gentle hand.
She pulled down the apple and took the first bite , and mans willpower
Was lost that same night.
Now he looked at her in a different view, and knew exactly what he had to do.
What was lost- now was the will of man!
This was all part of GODS plan! He had to create temptation so that
Man could choose right from wrong, and he put the devil where he belonged.
Then the world was ready for the coming of his son, and a
New beginning would be done.
He would have followers of his word through his sons voice he would be heard.
With the free will that he gave us – he added comedy to break the monotony.
In the bible, he then said: the meek shall inherit the earth!
And the women took it for all its worth !
Look throughout history, the rise and fall of every man
There stood a woman s hand.
From the greatest love stories ever told to the nations that would fold!
The tragic love stories of HELEN OF TROY, SAMPSON AND DELILAH
Carried man s love so much higher.
Then the best one yet was ROMEO AND JULIET.
Oh, yes! For the love of a woman man will fall, because the women know it all.
They use their bodies to manipulate! That is what makes them so great.
Most of us men will deny these facts, but there is no turning back.
The minds of men will always be at a loss
Because LOVE IS THE DOMINATING FORCE

Scatter my ashes to the sky so that I can see the world passing by
There is no time in death you see
Everything goes by so rapidly.
For you it’s seconds, minutes, hours, and days
But for me it’s all the same.
For all in life there have been so many mysteries
But in death – they’re all plain to see
People fear what lies ahead
But what’s the difference now that you’re dead.
You look at the shell you left behind
And it looks out of place and out of time.
It is a shell and nothing more, and now you’re
Walking into a brand new door
A door where life really begins and no such thing as mortal sin.
A place of beauty and tranquility beyond your wildest dreams
And family and friends gather around to speak of this love abound.
There is love in the eyes of everyone you see
And you live in total harmony.
Yes! You can scatter my ashes to the sea
For I am with my LORD and finally free.

(1/14/13)

the unborn child still in the womb hoping to come out real soon
it senses its mother is thinking to abort
then its existence would have been much too short.
it tries to scream ti its mother:
i know that i;m not fully developed and that you can not see
how beautiful with me your life will be.

i can not understand as why a gift from God
you would want to end
is this becoming the latest trend?
you have yet to see me , to look at my face
you think you'll have another one to take my place!

what if i was the only one destined to be given to you
then regrets you will have your whole life thru.
does life mean so little to you
because you're in doubt and don't know what to do.

all i ask is the same opportunity that you've been given
when your mother thought that your life was worth living.

please don't classify me as a mistake
for when you open up your eyes it may be too late.
                   (C) L . RAMS

(10/13/12)

This floor I will no longer see
For I’m getting up off my knees
I’ve grown tired of being put down
Degradation is a heavy crown.

I looked up towards the sky
And my soul was soaring high
It was “ beckoning to me”
To let me know that I was free.

My heart jumped with pure delight
As it gained strength and took flight
The two reunited as before
Because we had the keys to every door.

Now that we was ONE again
We knew our strength would never end.
Door after door I unlocked
No more looking at the clock.

Time was no longer standing still
It was bending to my will.

© L . RAMS

(footnote)

2100 years ago a band of Jews defeated the Greek army
And drove them off their land, reclaiming the holy temple
In Jerusalem and rededicating it to the service of god.
when they sought to light the temples menorah
They found only a single cruse of olive oil that
escaped contamination by the Greeks.
Miraculously the one day supply lasted eight days.
The sages instituted the festival of Chanukah
To publicize these miracles.
The Dreidel which is a four sided top with a
Hebrew letter on each side which means
“ a great miracle happened here”
was used later on in the years to give thanks to god
Without the enemy knowing that they were praying.
Chanukah, the Jewish festival of rededication, also known as the festival of lights, is an eight day festival beginning on the 25th day of the Jewish month of Kislev.
Chanukah is probably one of the best known Jewish holidays, not because of any great religious significance, but because of its proximity to Christmas. Many non-Jews (and even many assimilated Jews!) think of this holiday as the Jewish Christmas, adopting many of the Christmas customs, such as elaborate gift-giving and decoration. It is bitterly ironic that this holiday, which has its roots in a revolution against assimilation and suppression of Jewish religion, has become the most assimilated, secular holiday on our calendar.

Christmas and Chanukah are known world wide
But these two faiths do not collide.
They walk hand in hand
For they came out of the promised land.

You see: the son of god was born a Jew
The Romans felt this was taboo.
No other religion could exist
This was controlled by the Romans fist.

JESUS preached in synagogues throughout the lands
Something that the Romans did withstand.
His own people wanted his death
But little did they know
That with this- a new faith would grow.

The cross on which he died became a symbol
Of Christianity, and that’s the way
God meant it to be.

Chanukah is eight days of giving while the Christian
Holiday is just one day, but during these
holidays we all kneel and pray.

We give GOD thanks for all the beauties of the earth
And for family and friends, and it is something
That will never end.
As long as man holds a belief in their hearts
And faith, -then all will be overcome and
Let GODS will be done.

louis rams

Do not let growing up in the streets define you as a person?
You are older now and don’t need to talk the street talk and slangs.
Educate yourself to what you can be, not what you was.
I do not want to be defined as a street **** or a ghetto rat
But as a person who has learned to talk properly and has
Left the streets to the streets.
Because I do not have a college degree does not mean
That I am an illiterate; it just means that I did not pursue my education.
No one has to be defined as low class, trash, or ignorant.
Because you are born in the hills does not make you a hillbilly!
Or born in the swamplands does not make you a swamp rat!
Titles have always been given to every ethnic group, such as
The Hispanics was spicks, the Irish – miks , the Italians as wops
Or guinies and the blacks as ******* and so on down the line.
If you are one who likes to use titles on others, then there is
Only one title that you can use.
“HUMAN BEINGS” which classifies everyone.
I want you to stand proud, because you are a HUMAN BEING
Made by GOD, and he doesn’t make garbage.
Learn your own self-respect and others will respect you!  DON’T BE DEFINED!

( 10/24/12)

First and foremost - I am a man
And I had to gratify my needs
Then she came along and planted her seed.

Right then I knew she had to be part of my life
So I made her my wife.
But there was still something missing in my heart
And it was tearing me apart.

What was this need - this desire - that I had to fill?
I couldn’t give up, it was bugging me still.
Then it dawned on me that I would never be complete
Until I had a child playing at my feet.

I fulfilled my goal that  my wife would
No longer work- and all my friends called me a ****.
I was always taught that the man must be
The family head - and on that road I would tread.

Being in the food line since the age of eight
I did not have to contemplate
Every one has to eat !   So supermarkets and
Restaurant management I had to defeat.

I knew also that I would have to be a
“ jack of all trades” - so I watched and questioned
Others who had the skills of plumbing , carpentry
Electrical too, these were things that a home owner must do.

I had become her husband, chauffer, and her friend
And to her , my ear I’d lend.
All her appointments , I was there
And the results we would share.

Then the  news came that I waited to hear
That my wife was pregnant and my child she did bear.
Now I felt whole, I felt complete
This news wiped me off my feet
I knew already That a girl would be the part
Who would capture my soul, and heart.

They say only a mother can know the
Pleasures and pains- “ but” in a fathers heart
He feels the same.

He does not feel the kicks and turns
And the morning sickness that a woman may feel
But he shares the joys that he sees on her face
As on her stomach his hand is placed.

Now my need, my desire was filled
And I rejoice to this day still.

© L . RAMS

12/05/10

Santa s workshop is as busy as can be
All the elves working frantically.
Christmas day is almost here, and the toys
Must be ready for the Christmas cheer.

The elves have but one thing in mind
And that’s to get the toys made in time.
All year long they are making these toys
And they play like all girls and boys.

For every 500 toys they make
They could swim in the indoor lake.
They have picnics and outdoor games
And no two are ever the same.

Have you ever played hide and seek in the snow?
Where you’re dressed all in white and they don’t know.
Or ridden on a caribou
and so many Other things that you can do.

Or playing with polar bears, walruses and seals.
Imagine how that would feel.
Or putting on the tails and tie
And wobbling with the penguins side by side.

There are so many games that the elves do play
And that’s one of the reasons that they stay.
Everyone is family, and that’s the way
It was meant to be.

They only know of love and joy
And they apply it to every toy.
So when you think of Santa and the north pole
This is the thought that you must hold.

louis rams

He was known as the roof top poet
He was good , but he wouldn’t show it.
He wrote about everything on the streets
While listening to the Latin beat.

His upbringing inspired him
To write about crime and sin.
He wrote about street drugs everywhere
And ***** needles that they would share.

He played the conga and bongos too
This is what he had learned to do.
There was not a topic that he would not touch
For he loved life much to much.

He wrote about robberies, muggings
And ****** , prostitution, gambling
Corruption and all the rest
His talent for street writing made him the best.

But there was a soft side to him
That people did not know
And where ever children needed him
He would go.
He was a volunteer in the children s hospital
And the orphanages too, which was
Something that nobody knew.
He would give them love, affection, and laughter
Wealth or fame he wasn’t after.
He gave them the key elements for the
Children to survive,  HOPE, LOVE, FAITH
With hope in their hearts and faith in GOD
There was nothing that they could not do.
If to themselves they would be true.
Now if we could be such as HE
The world would be better for the children you see.
    HOPE IS THE KEY TO SET YOURSELF FREE

(1/18/12)

We know that we have an empty feeling inside
Which we find hard to describe.
A sense that something is lost
And in our sleeping hours
We turn and toss.

What is this emptiness that controls
My every thought and being
It is something that I’m not seeing.

It is a part of your body that had been taken away
And you search for it day by day.
Like a piece to a jigsaw puzzle
Which leaves it incomplete
Leaving you in total defeat.

What happened to the love that once grew so strong
And now it feels like it doesn’t belong.
What happened to the feelings of happiness and joy
And you loved it like a child with a toy.

Where is that sense of being needed
Like water to a plant, and bees to honey
Like uncle scrooge to wealth and money.

Then a thought occurred to me !
I had made space for all the other things in life,
That I had forgotten, the thing that made me complete
The love for god , with which nothing can compete.

He gives us all the feelings that we have locked up inside
And these are feelings that we must not hide.
So to my lord up above, forgive me for
Forgetting your love.

“ YOU ARE WHAT MAKES ME COMPLETE”.